We Had Some Time on Our Hands

Martha recalls meeting the Grateful Dead's throat-chanting Tibetan warm-up band. In Charlottesville. In a community theatre. With a pizza box. And she rolls her eyes in admiration of the fellow who invited them.

So, admittedly, sometimes we have an odd two or three minutes to fill. This quick essay just happens to be the same time-length as the hole we had in the show.